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kate, play for me or else my heart will burst.
these tears would swell and overflow their dam,
and since i am by fragile humor cursed,
since music stabs the core of who i am,

the “moonlight,” kate, if only just the first,
favorite, movement: play it now, and slow.
i long to be in sadness well immersed
so let it from your old piano flow,

and play, kate, play, for i’m of love bereft,
but i would sooner let the music seem
to roil my muddy heart than need admit
i’m crying for the other life i left,
and she who, once in some forgotten dream,
knew the “moonlight,” and was quite fond of it.

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when your head hits the pillow at night
and sleep sets your wishes free
listen for me on the evening breeze
i’ll be there at your window pane
watching over you as you breathe
keeping monsters from your gentle dreams

there might come a day when you’re older
you won’t need me over your shoulder
until then… call me when the wind blows colder

i’ll be on my way
on my way
i’ll be on my way
night or day

when the walls come crashing down
and you can’t see for tears in your eyes
look for me - i’ll be there by your side
i’ll make a place for you in my heart
where you can curl into a ball and hide
safe from all the wickedness and lies

there might come a day when you’re older
you won’t need me over your shoulder
until then… call me when the wind blows colder

i’ll be on my way
on my way
i’ll be on my way
night or day

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